Connectin' the Plots

[Intro: Layzie] Yeah, little Layzie Bone, WC (Dub, Dub-C!) Puttin it down from Northside Connects to the Westside (yeah) [WC] What's crackin ni'a? Runnin shit for the 2000 (let's do this, yeah) [Chorus 2X: Layzie Bone] {+ ad libs} We creep creep creep and we crawl crawl crawl Ballin on all of y'all Niggas heavy in the gaaaame And we connectin the plots, and we connectin the plots [WC] Move back homie - as I pump my Chevy up, mash and hit the gas Fly my bandana up outta the window and left her ass on the smash Maniac mission, dippin, screw-job intermission You're bangin for mine from the West to the East to the 9-9 Bow down bustas ain't no bannin me Now I'm back, and I'ma walk on with Layzie and the Mo Thug Family Dub-C, C-Dub rippin, trippin, click-click I loaded the clip in with my eighty gauge twistin Got you bitch niggas ticked and move and walk up outta the kitchen Connect Gang and Mo Thugs, some real nigga collision Rollin 'til the wheels fall off, pullin my penis Throwin up the dub so much that I got atheritis in my fingers (Westside!) Ride and rhyme, and get her high with illegal thai so Peep this bread, y'all niggas don't want no parts of the "Ghetto Heisman" With them thangs in the dash, nigga we bang for the cash Steadily aimin for that ass, burnin them thangs when I blast nigga! [Chorus] [Layzie Bone] Give me some room Dub I'm fin' to swang on these niggas! You see the connection when I be flexin Nigga better move in the other direction Choose your weapon and make a selection Cause nigga we runnin you outta your section Ain't no question, who it be, little Layzie Bone and Dub-C Nigga we ride with the gangsta gangsta niggas, Cube and Eazy-E, E Better pump your fist and throw them dubs 'til they reach the sky Puttin it down 'til the day I die, you know I take a eye for a eye Smokin a lot to keep my mind steady, you niggas ain't ready For what I be bringin and ain't none of my crimes petty So nigga don't test me On the Westside I rides, in a lo-lo dippin them corners From the double-Glock to Watts, this shit don't stop in Killafornia Nigga I'm a - world wide baller call me the international Thug Makin it happen so nigga now what? Nigga you know this nothin but love But this - game that we play in it's money, murder and mayhem We got rules and we gotta obey them, got dues and we gots to pay them Say them - niggas up the block, disrespectin your spot Hit 'em up with a tec and Glock cause nigga we connectin the plots [Chorus] [WC] Callin on them bangers, I'm gonna creep through all you haters No matter what you're thinkin, me and Layzie runnin the game And off the chain and swangin, I come ready to blast Clickin my pumps, smackin New Jack's ass Clippin doin leanest, my lo-lo's the cleanest There's no Cristal, just to toss canibal be legit to brain and I's jaded, the most hated, I can't be faded Dub-C and Layzie Bone the greatest, ni'a! [Layzie Bone] Burna and Dub you see ain't none of you fake niggas gon' trouble me You catch me in this century, gettin blew back off that bubbly We them, street motherfuckers who got some, big motherfuckers Playin for keeps motherfuckers, bringin the heat to you motherfuckers Breakin y'all, team motherfuckers every time we speak to y'all cowards Wettin you niggas down like showers, competition get devoured Sendin flowers to your momma, bringin the drama be the shit Bringin that Thuggsta Thuggsta Thuggsta Thuggsta gangsta shit [Chorus] [Layzie Bone] + (WC) Tell 'em how it is big bruh We ain't holdin shit back ("Thug By Nature", L-Burn) That's right (Dub-C the Ghetto Heisman) I'm rollin with the Ghetto Heisman, y'all niggas ain't ready for this [Chorus] [Outro: Layzie] + (WC) (L-Burn y'all) Shut these niggas down every time Y'all can't FUCK with my big brother Dub-C bitch! (L-Burn y'all, L-Burn y'all, "Thug By Nature") Uh-huh (y'all know what time it is) Yeah, nigga, ha